Well, dear readers, for some reason this lyric just popped into my head: Play that funky music, white boy. Isn’t that a fine lyric? I have no idea WHY it popped into my head, but pop into my head it did. But I have other fish to fry. For example, I was thinking of frying some sole. Of course, if I was playing that funky music, I could fry up some soul. In any case, the other day I had occasion to take out my zip disc drive. Where else on all the Internet can you read such a sentence? Nowhere, that’s where. This zip disc drive contraption seems ancient and I suppose it is, but it is amazing how far we’ve come since I bought the zip disc drive. Long ago, when I first switched to the Mac Powerbook, I backed up everything on my old Dell computer to zip discs, because the internal CD burner was kaput. I remember thinking how high tech I was with my zip disc drive. So, I whipped out those zip discs, plugged in the drive and loaded one of the discs. Before that, I’d been looking at the fifty or so floppy discs I have – what does one do with THOSE? Talk about a relic of the past. I have about fifty blank ones if anyone would like them. Anyway, the zip disc drive and the disc therein worked perfectly, and I was able to find what I was looking for, an old file folder containing historical information pertaining to the next Kritzerland limited edition CD. Whilst looking at was saved from the old computer, I came upon all the sorry correspondence from the Bad Time in 2001. I probably shouldn’t have, but I read through a few of the documents and I must say it was rather shocking what was done. I don’t ever think about it these days because I exorcised those demons about three years ago in a very cathartic way. But to see it in black-and-white again was interesting, because I was a dispassionate reader – and just reading about the machinations that were going on was fascinating in its awfulness. But the most fascinating thing was reading my predictions about what would happen to the various parties – and it did, almost to the day I predicted it would. I zipped all that stuff back up, ejected the disc and put it back in the closet where it belongs. Zip, reading e-mails really scared me today, Zip, so I put those e-mails real far away. What am I, Elaine Stritch all of a sudden? Don’t I have other fish to fry? Don’t I have some funky music to play? Speaking of funky music, white boy, yesterday was a day plus and evening. I got up early, went jogging early, took a quick shower, and them Miss Merissa Haddad came over and I helped her make some cuts in audition songs, and we spoke about that whole process and then I suggested a few songs. After that, I did some errands and then had my meal o’ the day at Art’s Delicatessen. I had my tri-salad, two scoops of turkey salad, a scoop of egg salad, and some cole slaw. Normally, I have two pieces of rye bread with butter, but I decided not to, so I think it was a fairly reasonable meal, and I also think my stomach has shrunk because for the first time ever I couldn’t finish everything and left a little food on the plate. After that, I came home and sent mp3s to the director of The Hostage, all then that I’ve done so far. I also glanced at the four or five things that are left, and I’ll probably get to those tomorrow. After that, I finally sat on my couch like so much fish and tried to watch a motion picture entitled A Hatful Of Rain, a film I’ve never managed to see before. I got an hour in and I’ll watch the rest tonight. I’m quite enjoying it, but then I enjoy almost anything that has Eva Marie Saint in it.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below, because frankly I’ve got to play that funky music, white boy, and I’ve got some exciting news to share in the next section, at least it’s exciting for me.
For those who may have been errant and truant yesterday, pre-preorders have begun for Murder At The Grove – the first thirty preorders all come with a really nice bonus gift – nine orders came in yesterday, so there are twenty-one preorders that are available with the bonus gift. If you check one of my early posts yesterday there are instructions about how to order, or just drop me a line. Don’t miss out on the free nice bonus gift – it’s really cooliscious. It will be available on the Kritzerland site in about a week or a week and a half, as my web designer is traveling right now. Any questions – drop me an e-mail.
Today, I have to get up very early and jog, then go to Mr. Grant Geissman’s where I will comp the vocals for the final two songs and then mix them. I’m hoping it won’t take more than two hours. Then our very own Druxy is coming to my home environment. We’re having some lunch and then driving a goodly distance to pay a visit to one of the great writers of fantasy and science fiction, Mr. Richard Matheson. I’m very excited to meet him, and I’m bringing along four rare books for him to sign. I will, of course, have a full report for you and perhaps even a photograph.
Tomorrow, I must finish the Hostage songs and get them e-mailed, and then I’m supping with cousins Alan and Dee Dee. Over the weekend, I’ll be preparing for my New York trip – I’m waiting for final confirmation that I have a place to stay.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, do an early jog, comp vocals and mix tracks, have lunch, and then pay a visit to the brilliant Mr. Richard Matheson. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s one we’ve done many times but one I never tire of, and since we have quite a few new dear readers, I think it’s time. What was your very first computer – what year did you get it, what system was it, how did you adapt to it – all the fun and funky details, please – the good, the bad, and the ugly. And while you’re at it, tell us when you first discovered the Internet – what was it like? How did you take to it? What sites and/or groups did you visit in those golden days of yore? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, and really, let’s all play that funky music, white boy.